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  1. I don't know if anyone else is like this, but nothing gets me more excited than really having to go and knowing I can wet myself. When you have this freedom, what's your favorite thing to wear? I have 2 favorites. 1. Tight(ish) jeans - stays wet and spreads nicely! 2. Heavy cotton shirt - If it's a self golden shower Let's hear your favorites!
  2. Good morning This is the best way to start your day.no folders needed. Such a relief to let it out and enjoy.
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  6. View File Maid outfit pee Sexy girl in maid outfit peeing through her panties while moaning sexy. Submitter Azzb828 Submitted 07/12/2022 Category Female  
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  8. ————————————————————— it’s been a while since I posted a fictional story. Actually, I started many during this hiatus, but ended up deleting many of them because I’d lose motivation. So, I took a break. Seems I needed it as this story is a whopping 9-10 pages long, according to Microsoft Word. I didn’t want to create chapters, so you all can simply read the whole thing in one go without having to wait for each chapter. Once again, as in a previous story of mine, “she” is unnamed so that whoever you are, if you so desired, can call her whomever you’d like: a crush, a girlfriend, a wife, whoever; I leave her identity at my readers’ discretion. Any edit history will be with respect to typos I find as I re-read my work in this post. It’s long, so typos are inevitable. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed detailing it. ’Til next time.. ————————————————————— Driving Disaster Although she had stopped at the rest-stop and gone in for some beverages, her anxiety with using public restrooms prevented her from going. Her bladder reminded her that the toilet is only a door away, but she refused as her anxiety flared in her chest. She purchased the beverages and as she approached the exit, her bladder whispered into her mind: “last chance, turn around..” But she ignored it, walking through the sliding doors; and whilst she walked to and approached her car, she can hear her bladder yelp into her mind: “No! No!, please go back! You have a chance!” And once again, she shook her head, refusing to acknowledge her opportunity. Her anxiety just told her to wait it out. After all, she just had to wait another fifty miles or so, then she’d reach the motel she planned to stay in for the night; then she can go pee. However, now that she was back on the road, her urging bladder slowly began creeping out of her belly, building until sufficient tingle remained constant in her lower abdomen. She clenched her sphincter muscles in response, but it didn’t go away as fast as prior to her break at the rest-stop. Her mind began to second-guess her anxiety, after noticing it took longer for her clenching to make the tingles go away: “perhaps a public restroom isn’t so bad?” But as soon as the question rang in her mind, just as fast sprung her anxiety about even considering the opportunity and picturing herself doing so. And though her mind reassured her, and gave her some confidence that she could make it, the extent of her distended bloated belly signaled: — considering that she was wearing a flow-y red floral dress, was yet noticeably jutting out — “maybe it was just the way I’m sitting”, she reflected when her large stomach signaled. Suddenly while thinking — thinking she could perhaps make it — her bladder’s urge arrives faster, no longer gradually creeping its way, and contracts beneath the skin of her lower abdomen, sending strong tingles urging her to open her sphincter downwards into her perineum. “Ooooff..”, she mouths, then purses her lips. She squints her eyes, not outright squeezing them shut — since she knows wouldn’t be able to see the road had she fully closed them — and bites her incisors down on her bottom lips. Her head lightly twitches, tilting to the left when the tingles in her perineum grow upwards and sit at on top of her pubic bone. “Ahhh..”, her mind winces as growing tingles agitate, ringing her awareness like cellphone that won’t let up. Careful not to have it affect her driving foot, she presses her milk-tea thighs together, shoving her dress in between the middle inseams thereof with her left hand, all but her thumb, which, though insignificant, caresses her right thigh over the dress. She wrinkles her eyebrows and tells herself to focus on the road, while her pressing thighs squeeze its tension into her and against the constant wave yearning to overcome the flood walls. The tingles grow further upwards and sit just above her pubic bone: her lower abdomen muscles briefly twitch beneath. She responsively clenches harder as a burning sensation overwhelms her and keeps like so for thirty seconds, until finally she feels it start to subside, slowly retreating away into the depths of her swollen belly. Although she hides her bladder away, it irritation bloats her belly with pressure. She covers another five miles before her bladder comes knocking again, this time more prepared to defeat her hold. She felt her innards expand beneath that full belly. Though her thighs were already together, and only lightly pressed — having relaxed them thus far, after the prior hold — she resumed their prior tension, but her contracting bladder only shot more tingles into her perineum; so she responded with tighter squeezing, but with no avail: her tingling only growing stronger and crawling back up the front of her, forcing her pelvic lips to shrink inwards as she instinctually clenches her muscles very tightly. “Oooo! Come on, come on, come on! Why won’t you just let uppp!”, arguing with her bladder while clenching her teeth. She so badly wants to bring her feet together and closer so that she may stomp them in place alternatively, but her right foot is too preoccupied with the gas pedal. Instead, her left foot starts to pace, side-to-side, while left knee jams tightly into the other one. She shoves her left hand back in between the middle of her thighs, all fingers in this time. Her palm facing her inner right thigh, it grasps onto its sensitive skin and squeezes. It feels moist, her inner thighs no doubt red as they remain together and sweating, her dress absorbing some of it. And though her foot continues to dance and her left arm pressing its hand into her right thigh, the burning beneath her perineum returns: her bladder is vehemently contracting its hot sloshing pee into her walls. She covers two miles in her unrelenting desperation, until the drop of sweat riding down her forehead and delaying in her right eyebrow notifies her just how desperate her situation is: she’s sweating though the air conditioner is running. She removes her left hand to caress her lower left thigh, but as quick as she does so just as quick the tingles get worse, so she shoves her hand back in, but this time against herself: all the way down to the perineum, and it’s a whole swamp though she clasps herself over her dress. Another rushing tingle smashes into her perineum, and she softly moans: “Mmmph..”, her breath immediately stifling thereafter. She bites her right corner lip and rubs her left inner knee against her right, debilitated by the gas pedal. And, still, that burning feeling persists. She starts circling herself, immediately bringing in waves of pleasure—“No, no!.. I don’t want this..”, her mind demands to shake free, and her denying head signals. She stops herself, but her mind is reminded by her bladder’s unwavering fight. So she resumes. She circles again, and upon friction her eyelids weaken and bottom lip retreats, pressing itself into her upper teeth. She knows she doesn’t want to, but knows she needs something, anything, to help her ignore her bladder. And successfully she suppressing her urge, though it’s still there, masked under the brush of pleasure. She softly moans through bitten bottoms lips, squeezing her upper inner thigh muscles together and smothering the hand in between doing its work; but suddenly and accidentally her right foot pleasurably twitches, pressing on the gas pedal and accelerating her car suddenly forwards. She eyes escape her weak eyelids, widening to full attention while kicking her distracting hand out her moist self and onto her steering wheel. Her right foot immediately going for the brake and slams on it, overreacting. She doesn’t come to a stop, only significantly slowing herself down, but sufficient enough to throw her forward and accidentally squeezes a weak light-yellow spurt out from her raging bladder, soaking her light-pink panties warm. She doesn’t even feel it happen with the adrenaline rushing through her arteries. Only after coming back to her senses does she encompass a slightly cool clinging substance pressing in between her upper inner thighs. Her jaw flings open before a loud gasp blurts out, shocked she got herself so distracted to do this to herself. She quickly glances below, finding the red of her tucked dress against her soaked lips now dark red, having peed through her panties and into her red dress. “Fuck.. not the dress..”, her face wrinkles and inner voice disappointingly remarks. She quickly lifts the end of the dress settled halfway down her thighs up to her lower abdomen, untucking the wet spot out from between her wet lips, partially revealing them soaked through the translucent wetness of her now dark-pink panties. Dark-pink across the entire width and a nigh-dismissible circular dark patch hiding below her perineum and beneath her nigh-touching upper inner thighs: her pee got into the fabric of her dress below her pelvis. “Ahh, fuck, no! I so got it onto the seat!”, she scolds herself aloud. She slides her left hand between her wet upper inner thighs until the tips of her fingers touch the dress trapped between her butt and the seat, confirming she’s indeed wet the dress below her. “Ugh, nooo..”, her head shakes. One would think a light release would alleviate the pressure in her belly yet all this time she’s kept herself clenched whilst investigating her predicament, holding against an even more furious bladder, spoiled by its brief squirt of ecstasy and whining for more. “Ooo, come on, what is wrong with you..?”, she berates her swollen belly, her lifted dress revealing just how bloated she is and how red her skin has become. Her face winces and shrinks, eyes squinting and nose wrinkling with pursed lips as her spoiled bladder slams a wall of tingles into her sphincter, feeling her perineum burning with a vehement burning: it’s as though a kindling has been ignited between her upper inner thighs. And though the momentum of her hot flow burns into her sphincter, as if pressing a cigarette into her arm, a sensation having spread and now covering the whole front of her quivering lips, her soaked clinging panties have grown cold from the air conditioner running in her car. There’s nothing more enticing for release than a crotch burning to pee whilst covered in its cold remnants. Her lower belly, just above her pubic bone, begins to twitch micro-contractions again, a result of holding back her burning sphincter for a prolonged amount of time. They flutter out therefrom, converting into goosebumps that rumble like rolling stones against her skin. Prickling up her bloated belly and waist, up her breasts — wrinkling her nipples — and a portion diverging under her arms to the small of her back, finally converging back with the front at her trapezius muscles: her shoulders consequently shivering violently and the hairs on the back of her head standing up. Involuntarily, her head jerks and stoops forwards; she softly moans again, then shakes her head with annoyance, thinking she must look like she’s some possessed freak, contorting in her car. She slams her left leg back into her right, and casts its shin underneath her right calf muscle. She begins to swing it from beneath and out, over and over: every time her left shin is back underneath, she delays her leg there and twists her left foot over her right ankle, squeezing her twizzlered left leg tightly around her right, especially around her right thigh, trying warm her cold crotch with squeezing tension. She repeats this twizzler-ing process enough to slightly warming her cold self. And simultaneously, she compels her bursting bladder into obscurity, though its tingling only partially ringing into her awareness. She covers another twenty miles, committing to her twizzlered procedure another five more times during her commute. However, just short of the twenty-mile mark, she finally gains some peace of mind, relaxing, though keeping her thighs together, when no tingles emanated out from her belly, only feeling the pressure of her bloat. It was when she had covered just over twenty miles that her peace of mind was so short-lived: when a very sharp pang of pain radiated out of her right waist, she responsively throws her shoulders back and arches her back like a banana thinking a stretch would make it go away, but she only had made it worse. Upon arching her back, she inversely stretched out her bloat belly, sending a strong flowing urge swiftly into her crotch. She instinctively hunches forward as soon as she feels a few drops slip passed her sphincter and into her urethra. “Haaaa, no! No!.. fuckkk..”, as her leaking drops glide down her urethra, whilst her cut stream lags behind her clenched sphincter, and oozes out of her opening: they spread a short blanket of warmth into her cold-soaked panties, and the slight warmth spilling onto her cold skin shivers her whole body with heated pleasure. It’s like snuggling by a heater after having finished shoveling snow. Her mind soothed by the warmth ridding her crotch of its soaked coldness, but she is quickly thrusted back into the reality of her burning sphincter, to which her mind subconsciously dictates: “Just let go.” She bites her bottom lips just thinking about another spurt of hotness filling the coldness between her thighs, but shakes her head in refusal as she can’t release onto her seat, and especially not in her car, at least not any more. Yet, again, her subconscious prods into her awareness. “Just a little..?” She briefly squeezes her eyes shut while shaking her head again in refusal. “NO! No!..”, she refuses aloud to herself. And yet the downward flow of tingles only increases, reinforcing her subconscious urge. Her eyes begin to lightly water in its outer corners, blurring her vision whilst driving. She wipes her tingle-induced tears, but her eyes only burn upon being wiped and release more, not realizing her left hand had earlier touched her soaked self. Another wave of combined tingles rush down into her cold crotch, whilst her thighs begin to quiver with cold-inducing goosebumps. She begins scooting herself to the front of her seat and then back, allowing her to shift and rub her inner thighs against each other, though at the expense of her waist slightly twisting and irritating her yearning bladder. “Arrgh! Haa, Hoo, ooh! Come on, come on, just twenty more miles, just twenty more to go..”, she groans and exhales with every utterance. She looks as though she’s dancing in her seat with her shifting, getting closer to the steering wheel, then further, then closer, and so forth. But suddenly a massive urge smashes into her crotch, forcing her to freeze and stop shifting, needing to focus all her attention on tightly clenching herself still. She holds still, but her belly expands more. She clenches her pelvis muscles tighter, yet the burning only increases. With all her might, she presses her thighs so tightly together whilst clenching her sphincter her stillness ever so slightly fidgets from sheer rigidity. And though she holds herself in place like so, she can’t help but lose control over her breathing, gradually hyperventilating as she feels a few drops begin to leak passed her rigid self: “No!.. No!.. Come on!.. ooooOOOOH!.. mmmmMMMM!..”, she moans exasperatedly. Her mouth opens wide as if she’s silently orgasming whilst her warm drops seep down her urethra and spill its warmth over her cold skin, massaging her subconscious. Then another few burning drops seep past her clenched sphincter, though she’s frozen still as a block of ice. Her fidgeting turns into shaking, her muscles losing their constant-clenching strength, as though fatigued and shaking whilst doing one last weight-lifting pump. Her drops glide down her urethra and once again spill out of her opening, warming her cool skin. Her subconscious beckons: “You’re on your last legs.. just give in to this soothing warmth..” She shakes her head in denial, refusing to acknowledge she might just explode right in her seat for a minute of steamy hotness encroaching her cold lips. Her bladder having leaked twice, pushes full throttle, and, instead of drops, a trickle presses through from between the seams, her sphincter weakened by the part of her wanting to indulge her subconscious. “Haaw!..”, she orgasmically moans as hotness tantalizingly fingers it petrissage into her cold lips. “Mmmm..”, she suppresses the rest of her moan as she bites onto her bottom lips, whilst her yellow warmth flood the crevice between her outer lips and inner thighs. Her body shakes violently whilst this brush of warmth fills her cool panties. She accidentally floors her right foot onto the gas pedal as her body is tantalized with heated pleasure, which its accelerated jerk snapping her mind out of its hypnosis: she tries her best to clench harder. Consequently, her hyperventilation resumes as she fully acknowledges just how wet her upper inner thighs feel whilst her semi-loose-though-clenched, burning sphincter holds back the trickle. “Haa, Haa.. mmMM! Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!..”, she exasperatedly belches as her bladder responsively strongly contracts back into her hold. Her pelvic lips, though shrunk inwards because of her clenched sphincter, once again involuntarily expand without her permission, causing her eyes to fill with tears of pleasurable release and her throat orgasmically expand, belching out a load moan of relief: “Haawyyeaaarrggh—MMMmmmm!!”, cutting her yelp once again behind bitten lips, letting the rest of it out as exhalation through her nose. Her hot flow harshly breaks through her weakened self, its yellow waters burning against her urethra walls and hissingly gushes into her dark-pink panties. It shines with exquisite light-yellow glow, exposing her red lips from sheer wetting-induced translucence, shifting the dark-pink spread-front upwards in a semi-circle fashion over her pubic bone and towards its panty waistline. Meanwhile, light-yellow pools between her panty-covered lips and pressed upper inner thighs, trickling down the makeshift milk-tea-colored channel in between her thighs, moderately streaming down the channel and spilling out from between her inner knees, spattering audibly onto the rubber carpet mat between her calves — a few drops trickle down her left calf, down the inner side of her shin and ankle, but suspend there — while her spattering yellow on the mat splatters its drops onto the insides of her shins. “Haa, Haa, fuck! Damn it! How can this be happening?!”, she yells at herself aloud, in disbelief that despite clenching as tight as she could her body just ignored all her effort. After splattering onto her shins, she finds wherewithal to cut her forced stream, hurting her urethra and sphincter as it burns. Her bladder having released for the first time a considerable amount, though still nothing compared to what remains in her belly, is satisfied for now, her stream-cutting clench capable of pulling back her urge, though is retreats with resistance. Seeing as she’s lost control twice, she floors it, becoming incredibly worried that she might empty herself with short bursts before she gets to her motel. She covers another ten miles without a peep of strong tingles, though receiving them nevertheless but weaker since her double release satiated her bladder. While covering this distance she gets a good idea of just how much she released: though her thighs were clenched enough to channel her warmth down its inner skin, half of her stream seeped down her soaked panties into her perineum and butthole, and pooled in those crevices, eventually passing through her dress and absorbing into the car seat below her. Having just passed ten miles, with thirteen remaining, another weak tingle creeps out from the depths of her belly. Before, it was her cold lips that yearned for reheating warmth, but now it was her inner thighs and perineum, though the latter was less cold than the former by virtue of her squeezed, folded crotch keep her body heat insulated therein. The weak tingle begins grow, this time, into stronger tingles, her bladder becoming hunger once again for release, beneath her belly and soon enough her thighs begin jiggling again. She swings her leg thigh vehemently back and forth, and so badly wants to move her right leg but can’t. Every time her left thigh swings wide open, a rush of cool air replaces the escaping warm air leaving her crotch and inner thighs. When she swings herself shut, the coldness of her inner left thigh presses into her right leg. She shivers again as the cold extracts goosebumps out of her skin It seems no matter what maneuver she tried, something was enticing her bladder to piss out its warming goodness. She slides her left hand across the front of her cool soaked panties, clasping herself tightly and pressing into her clenched self whilst continuing her swinging: at least she can keep some of her warmth tucked beneath her hand. As the tingles grow stronger, sure enough the burning returns, but this time her sphincter hasn’t got the energy to continuously hold her bladder back, and her subconscious exhausted much of its patience. It doesn’t take much time, clenched or unclenches, until a few drops begin to slip past her once again, oozing out of her urethra and spilling out onto her skin: it’s warmth spreading across herself and into the palm of her left hand in very brief pulses. Consequently, she starts swinging her left thigh harder, loudly smacking her jiggling left thigh into her right and turning her skin tender and red thereby, but more drops continue softly pulsate out of her and brief intervals of warmth spreading across her skin and the palm of her hand. And though she tinkles tiny drops, each time she holds them back to mere drops, her bladder invigorates with pressure. She tries to clench harder, but her sphincter refuses to tighten any further; and so as the pressure in her belly began to build up considerably and she occasionally releasing drops, she inevitably began to let out dribbling trickles instead of drops. “Haa!.. Haa!.. Haa!.. Hooo-ho-ho-ho, no, no, No, No, NO!..”, she began exhaling as the pressure reached a threshold, then started uncontrollably trickling without be able to effectively cut herself off. Her darkened pink panties fully soaked to waistline, her wet front having travelled over time, begins to twinkle grain-like glistening as her weak trickling slowly starts to shine through her panties, whose warmth-covered lips quiver as her weak sphincter muscles twitch with fatigue. Her bladder thoroughly entice, begins to fully contract, and her trickling grows strong without her permission. Her panties shine and lips become visible via translucence whilst her upper inner thighs flood with warmth. “Oooo! NO, NO, NO! WHY WON’T IT STOPPP!”, she yells to herself. She abruptly pulls over onto the side of the road, and bolts out of her driver’s side door. As she attempts stand up, she hunches forward and strongly hisses into her trickle-flooded panties and dress as she stumbles to feet outside her car. She has no wherewithal to clench herself as she’s standing, continuing to hiss into her panties, which are so fucking soaked a stream remains strong through the fabric, sloshing out her hot piss whilst her jiggling, narrowed-trickling-stream-covered inner thighs audible smack together, releasing that distinct sound of burbling squelches as flow is displaced by meeting skin. Her full-streaming self covers her knee-high red dress with streaks and splotches of dark red — not to mention the glaringly-glistening large jaggedly-circular splotch on the rear of her dress after continuously trickling into her car seat — soaking her dress, and leaking rapid messy drops of piss out and about from its end as she paces around her car to the other side, so that she could squat. Whilst she pace around the trunk of her car, her opening jiggling thighs allowed her stream to hiss without upper-inseam restriction, hosing out a direct strong stream of light-yellow perfectly out from between her thighs and loudly smack and patter the light-grey asphalt between her feet, splatter her piss onto the latter and onto the insides of her ankles and shins. This happens once more before she lifts her dress and squats. She bends down, totally out of breath and without an ounce of shame, lifts her dress and keeps it in place with one hand while pulling her totally-soaked panties with the other left hand to left and into her inner left thigh, pissing her strong stream into the fingers of her left hand as it pulls away the fabric. She loudly groans and exhales as her strong stream considerably strengthens when she fully relaxes, light-yellow flying far into the sandy dust at the side of road, loudly pattering into it. Her opening audibly hissing its high-pitch music as it vibrates out of her inner piss-soaked lips. Her piss rushes out, expanding out vertically from between her inner thighs. Eventually, her hissy gush dulls as her stream weakens, drawing a dark-grey line in the ground towards her as she nearly empties her bladder, until her lips weakly flow its light-yellow like a drinking water fountain that dribbles onto its own spout, her warm trickles finally lacking forward momentum and dribbling down her perineum and into her butthole, weakly trickling out therefrom and off her the bottom of her butt cheeks, forming a small of dark-grey asphalt beneath her pelvis. “A-A—Ahhhh!.. mmmm..”, her sigh of emptied relief stutters, then bitten bottoms lips beckon out from her nose. “Fuck. The car!..? How am I gonna drive the car now?!?!”, her mind alarmed, but so relieved of pressure is unable to determine a solution. She eventually drives her seat-soaked car to her motel, and changes in her car into something else more presentable; finally getting to her room, in which the first order of business was a hot shower. “Oh, wait, about am I going to do about the car?”, she remembers under the rain of the shower-head. “Ugh, tomorrow.. I’ll worry about it tomorrow..”, she too tired to bother..
  9. I feel like it's really hard for me to find the kinds of stories I like. Sometimes I'll find one that sounds really sexy but then I open it up and it's barely a paragraph! I really love the longer stories that are really detailed, that are about bathrooms maybe closed at work or school or something.Or when a girl becomes desperate out on some sort of adventure or something but can't seem to go for whatever the reason.. honestly the best stories I have ever read, (and to get an idea of the kinds of stories I'm talking about) are written by Desperatejill!! Her stories are EXACTLY the kinds of things I'm looking for! I often go through pages and pages of topics here but can't seem to find alot.A good chuck of the great ones on here I have read already.. sometimes read them again because they're the best! But I'm looking for stories like that if anyone knows exactly where I can find a bunch of good stories exactly like that!? And if you've never read desperatejills stories, then OMG get to her page RIGHT NOW and read them because they are incredible and suuuper sexy!! And exactly the kind of stuff I'm looking for!Can any one help with this?! Maybe even write a new one or tell me exactly what topics here and what pages the great ones might be on, if anyone knows!? I wish this place was FULL of the kinds of stories I absolutely LOVE and am looking for! To me those kinds are the sexiest stories and scenarios of all time lol! Being a HUGE omorashi fan and the fact the when a woman needs to pee is the sexiest thing in the universe, I still have a specific type I love! As I'm sure everyone does (or alot of us at least) I have been into omorashi since I was a kid wayy before I even knew what omorashi was or that I had a pee fetish! I used to think I was alone in that so for most of my life I hid that from everyone.. even after I learned what it was it took me many many years to finally be comfortable with admitting it! But now I love talking about it! Though I guess I've still never actually told anyone out loud lmao. I really wished I could have talked about it more and played some games with the first woman I ever told! The one who actually made me comfortable talking about it and all! Even though that ended up badly for different reasons she still made that possible so there's a silver lining! Anyway if anyone could help out with stories and videos especially if love that!
  10. I was little bit desperate and boring. So i decided to have some naughty fun. I soaked myself many times during this day and they are so smelly and wet. I hope everybody is going well and i wish to everyone happy peekend
  11. View File Wetting my see-through lingerie Wetting my see-through lingerie like a water fountain Submitter SerenaSoaks Submitted 06/21/2022 Category Female  
  12. My favourite boxers look quite fun with a bright light! YouCut_20220622_232737397.mp4
  13. Hi guys, this is the first ever story that I've written. It's by no means a masterpiece as I am certainly no author. I just had an idea and wanted to get it out there. I'm planning on including all of the tags I've used at some point within the chapters so sorry if your favourite hasn't come up yet. I have ideas of the direction the story will take so if you guys like it then please let me know and I'll keep posting. If you don't like it then let me know and I'll stop posting and just keep the stories to myself. One thing I will say is that these chapters will all be quite long and some may not have much actual wetting content. I'm a story lover so I'm also going to be telling a story with this. For those who don't like that sort of thing, I will try to remember to put a sort of scale at the start of the chapter, indicating how much wetting content is in it for you to just skip to. I'm not going to be indicating which tags will be used in each chapter though so you'll just have to take a gamble. For those of you who want to read the story, thank you and I hope you enjoy it. Also, please let me know of any spelling/grammar or continuity mistakes. I'm not an English major but I know how frustrating it can be when you're engrossed in something and then you spot a mistake, so I will edit it accordingly. Anyway, on with the show... Chapter 1: A New Beginning Wetting Content: Small We had been on the road for almost 3 hours. It was a hot, sunny afternoon in the middle of June and my neither my mum, brother or me had any energy to talk to eachother. Every water bottle from the pack of 6 we brought with us had been used up an hour ago, and we still had another hour's drive left. As I sat there in the back seat of my mum's new company car, I looked out the window and began to think about what our new home might be like. My mum had recently been promoted in her career, and whilst that meant a big salary increase and new car, it also meant travelling to a new town over 200 miles south of where I know. I'm very much an introvert at heart, and in my 19 years of being on this planet I've only ever had what I would consider 1 true friend. That friendship ended when I was 7 and then they moved away too. I'd never even had a relationship. Not that I hadn't had any interest, after all a 5'5 girl with the hair of Hermione from Harry Potter, and the figure of Scarlett Johansson was bound to attract a few eyes. Throw in a few freckles on my milky white skin and apparently I'm like a single flower surrounded by bees. Still, I had grown used to it over the past couple of years to the point where I barely noticed. The stares had certainly died down amongst the local boys, and even a few girls in my town. Everyone knew what I looked like by now. I was comfortable in my old town, but now I'm having to move away from the familiar faces, away from the only house I've ever lived in and move to a town none of us have ever heard of, and a house that none of us have ever seen. Not in person anyway. We'd seen a few photos that the estate agent had provided us with, but they weren't the best, and I never trust those photos anyway, they always hide something. The ones we saw made the house look very nice with it's angles and fisheye lense to make the house seem bigger. The walls seemed very clean and damp free from what I could see, so that was a good sign, and it seemed to have been renovated recently with modern appliances, but I still had my reservations. For one the carpets all seemed to be an off shade of yellow, and looked like they had stains all over them. Another there was only one photo of the bathroom, or should I say half the bathroom, as it only showed the bath and sink! However we didn't have much time to consider multiple options and as my mum said, we can always replace carpets. As we approached the welcome sign of our new town, we all gave an internal cheer. 4 hours on the move without stopping had left us all quite desperate for the toilet. I had asked to stop about 90 minutes ago when the need to pee had first started, figuring that the others would also want to relieve themselves. My mum on the other hand thought we all could hold it, she didn't like stopping if she could help it, even when nature was very clearly calling. This stubborn attitude had resulted in a few close calls and the occasional accident on past road trips, and she refused to learn from her mistake. Sure enough, as we turned down our new street I saw my mum and brother shuffle a little bit in their seats. I had also unconsciously started rocking back and forth with my hand between my legs. Our new street was long, and as I looked out the car window at all of the houses going by I saw a little kid having a water bomb fight with his dad in the front garden. I watched him laughing and running around, it was a nice thing to see, and I gave a small smile before noticing the wet patch on the kid's trousers. "Great" I thought, "what a perfect reminder of what will happen if we don't get to the house soon". I rolled my eyes and looked back out of the window, just in time to glance at the father. I could've sworn I saw a wet patch almost identical to his son's, and the rest of his clothes looked bone dry so it was either an unfortunate shot with a water bomb, or something else. As I tried to do a double take the house went out of view, and the luggage piled in the boot stopped me from looking out the back window. I shrugged it off as a trick of the light instead and went back to looking at the houses. They were all very modest, new build, semi-detached houses with a small patch of lawn out the front and a driveway big enough for 2 cars. My mum never told me how much the house was, but she did seem to think it was an absolute steal, and after pulling into our new drive and looking up at the house I had to agree. There was no way my mum could afford this place on her own normally, even with the pay rise. My mum and my dad had split when I was very young, so she raised me and my brother pretty much single handedly, and this promotion had meant a lot to us. I didn't have time to marvel at the new house and wonder how my mum got such a bargain though, because as soon as the keys in the car's ignition were turned and the engine gently switched off, it was a mad rush to the front door. My brother had a big disadvantage as he was the opposite side of the car to the house, but he is 6'2, thin as a rake and 3 years older than me, so he was able to round the car and reach the front door around the same time as me and mum. We were all dancing around at this point. As my mum fumbled for the keys she gasped, threw her hand between her legs and clenched them together, screwing up her white, knee high pleated skirt in the process. My mum is very much like me physically. She is only 37 as she had me very young, and as I've grown older we've started to be mistaken for sisters more and more. The only major difference is her bright blue dyed hair, which always makes me think of Ramona Flowers from Scott Pilgrim Vs The World. As she gasped I looked down, and as I did so I saw a small trickle of pee go down her left leg. Seeing this only made my own situation worse, and sure enough a small spurt of pee escaped into my own panties. I managed not to gasp and alert the others about what had happened, but then panic started to set in. Unlike my mum, who could just cover up an accident with her skirt, I decided to sit the long drive in my light blue skinny jeans, which would definitely show any signs of an accident. My brother had had enough, so with him being a guy, he decided to go round the side of the house and use his natural super power of being able to pee anywhere. I've always been jealous of that. My mum finally got the key in the door, unlocked it and stumbled inside. Unfortunately for me she was a few seconds too late, as at that moment my brother had started to relieve himself against the wall and the sound of the pee hitting brick reached my ears. Another spurt of pee escaped into my pants, bigger this time and I felt a bit trickle down my leg. I couldn't hold my gasp back this time, but luckily my mum had already shot off inside the house, leaving the keys in the wide open door, so neither she nor my brother heard. I managed to compose myself, grabbed the keys, went inside and closed the door. An air freshener went off as I did so, which must be on a sensor and programmed to go off whenever someone walked on the house judging from the little red light pointing down at the door. I turned and saw the house in person for the first time. As first impressions go when you enter a new house whilst fighting the urge not to just relax and let over 4 hours worth of built up pee empty into your pants, this one wasn't bad. I started heading towards the stairs whilst looking around, and saw that the house was actually quite spacious, the photos weren't lying as much as I thought. It was mostly empty though except for a few white goods in the kitchen that I could see down the hall and for some reason a wall mounted clothes horse above the radiator near the front door. I had just got to the stairs when I heard a loud "What the fuck!" Come from above me. I headed up the stairs slowly so as not to accidently release another spurt of pee into my jeans, and after eventually reaching the top, walked towards the open door to the bathroom. When I got to the doorway I looked around again. It was huge, almost as big as the lounge of the old house. The first thing I noticed was that my mum was sitting in what was very clearly the sink with her skirt up to her waist but her panties were nowhere to be seen. She was still wearing them. This was obviously very odd but I attributed it to her being so desperate that just saw the first thing with a drain and went for it, and didn't have time to pull her panties down. She had a very relaxed look on her face with her eyes closed and I could hear the sound of her pee hissing into her panties and then hitting the porcelein sink. The urge to release came back to me in full force, but I was able to control myself this time by crossing my legs and clenching like my life depended on it. I walked inside the bathroom after the urge died down slightly and looked around for the toilet. I had made it to the bath when my eyes widened in shock as the realisation hit me. There isn't one. I could barely move at this point and I definitely didn't have time to search the house. It's probably the room next door, but if I moved again then the floodgates would surely open and I would be standing in a puddle with wet jeans. I did the only thing that I could think of, I undid my jeans, grabbed the waistband of both them and my panties and shoved them to my ankles. Then in the same movement I angled my butt and vagina over the side of the bath tub and relaxed. The feeling was incredible. I closed my eyes and audibly moaned as I unclenched and the pee started gushing out down the inside of the bath towards the plug. It felt like it went on for hours, hours of pure bliss to be finally relaxed. I hadn't had a pee that lasted that long or felt that good in years. Once the flow had finally stopped I kept sitting there with my eyes closed, still recovering from that feeling. After a few more seconds I opened my eyes to see my mum still sat on the sink looking at me. I smiled at her but the smile was not reciprocated. Instead what I got was a look of confusion. She got down from the sink and dropped her skirt down, then looked back at me with the same look and said: "I ran around the whole house just now to find the toilet and found nothing. There isn't one in here, so unless I missed it in my desperation, that means there's no toilet in the house". I looked down at the floor between my mum's legs and saw a few drops of pee hit the ground that had fallen from her still soaked panties. My mum also looked down, but she looked at my jeans that were at my ankles and saw the wet spot that had formed at the crotch. "I guess neither of us quite made it in time" she said. "You think!?" I shot back in a very sarcastic tone "I asked you if we could stop over an hour ago and you refused, now we've both got wet underwear". "Alright, alright, I'm sorry. I may have misjudged the situation but I wanted to get here before rush hour and before the moving truck, I still don't know how bad the roads are around here". I was still annoyed but could tell that her appology was genuine, so I didn't push it. Instead I just told her it's ok, got up and pulled the damp clothes back up my legs. It felt weird not wiping, but the toilet paper was still in the car, not that it would have made any difference now anyway. Thinking about that suddenly made what my mum had just said register in my brain. "Hang on, there's no toilet in the house? At all?! What the hell are we going to do when we need to go?!" "I don't know honey, I'll have to call the estate agent, but we'll have to worry about all of that later. Where's your brother? We need to unload the car before the moving truck gets here". "He's somewhere downstairs, he went round the side of the house to pee when you were trying to open the front door". We both headed downstairs. "It's alright saying worry about it later" I thought, "but not having a toilet is quite a big problem, one that we needed to solve quickly".
  14. Best way how to start weekend. I always love my peeing weekends, what about you? I bought these pants only for soaking so they are fast always wet and soaked with my urine. Only if they are in the laundry machine they aren't soaked. What's your favourite clothes to pee? Have a good weekend. Greetings
  15. Finally i peed myself again. I hope everybody is going great. I always like to wet myself especially during mornings, first wettings are always so hot and sweet . I can't just wash them so i will keep them soaked for later because today is a laundry day so i can wet them the whole day. Such a fun isn't it? Greetings and stay wet
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    BMST-004-01 - The actress sitting on a couch has her hands bound while a man makes her wet her panties. BMST-004-02 - While in the shower the cameraman makes the actress piss herself. He then uses the shower head to clean her off. BMST-004 Uncut has everything above plus sex. There is also alot of pissing and squirting during the sex parts as well. Screenshots are in order of the files Enjoy
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  17. View File BMST-004 BMST-004-01 - The actress sitting on a couch has her hands bound while a man makes her wet her panties. BMST-004-02 - While in the shower the cameraman makes the actress piss herself. He then uses the shower head to clean her off. BMST-004 Uncut has everything above plus sex. There is also alot of pissing and squirting during the sex parts as well. Screenshots are in order of the files Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 05/31/2022 Category JAV Collections  
  18. The Fire Moon’s performer’s accident This story is based on the characters made by Behavior from Dead by Daylight. In no way all the characters mine and are just being used to make a fanfic. The story only is mine own idea . Ji-Woon Hak or better known as Trickster amongst his fans was on his tour bus on the way to the Fire Moon Festival to deliver an unforgettable performance. Ji-Woon was sitting at the diner table with his slim legs crossed knee over knee while he painted his nails black for the Fire Moon Festival performance. He was just finishing his last coat of nail polish, as he felt the bus come to a sudden stop. Ji-Woon looked out the window to see that traffic all around them have also stopped. Yun-Jin, the Trickster manger, came out from the passenger seat to where Ji-won sat. She stopped for a minute and looked at the red dyed hair singer and sighed, she hated to tell him anything that might disappoint him and his fans. “Looks like there was an accident ahead of us so we will be stuck here for a while. We will try to get to the Festival on time, but just in case be ready” Ji-Woon rolled his eyes, he hated to disappoint his fans or do anything to not hear them chant his name. “We better get there, I can’t disappoint the fans, Yun-Jin” “I know, we will try our best but we can’t control the traffic, so just in case, be ready” Ji-Woon hated this but know she was right, the can’t control traffic. Ji-Woon uncrossed his legs and went into the bus changing room to get ready for his performance. Ji-Woon undressed till he was just in his blue briefs. He stood in front of the mirror in his dressing room and looked at his bare petite body, imaging the audience chanting his name. 10 minutes later he snapped out of it and reentered reality. Ji-Woon smiled at the thought of his day dream and went to get dressed for the night’s performance. Ji-Woon opened his closet and pulled out his Fire Moon Performer outfit; Grey joggers with red belt with white marking around his torso, a black crop top with white markings down his chest, a blue clock with the fire moon on its back and shoulders held on with two chains draped across his smooth, masculine chest, a white head band around his red dyed hair, and red and blue sneakers with no socks. Ji-Woon then started to apply some make up, a blue and white stripe across his nose as well as some eyeliner. He added some glitter to the nose makeup and to complete the look Ji-Woon put on some jewelry. Three earrings in each ear that were small hops and a hanging one only in his right ear. With two rings on one hand and only one on the other. While Ji-Woon applied his make up he felt a slight tingle in his lower abdomen but Ji-Woon ignored it. He continued with his make up and when he was done Ji-Woon forgot all about his need to pee. Ji-Woon exited his dressing room all ready for the festival but looking out the window he saw they still were in traffic. Ji-Woon sighed and sat back down at the table, pulling out his phone. He scrolled though Facebook as he once again crossed his slim legs. Yun-Jin came out and smiled at The Trickster. “You look great and ready to give it your best, that’s good since as soon as we get to the festival we need to get on stage to make up for being late” 15 minutes later they pulled into the festival. The audience can be seen outside quietly waiting. Ji-Woon looked outside and couldn’t wait to have them start chanting his name. He stood up in a rush, not even uncrossing his legs first but still found his balance. When Ji-Woon quickly stood he felt a tingle in his lower abdomen once again reminding him of his need to pee. But once again he put it off so he can get out there and start hearing his beautiful name chanted amongst the crowd. Ji-Woon ran out of the bus and onto stage. “The Trickster is here!” The announcer announced. The crowd went wild as he jumped up on stage and took a bow. As he was bowing, once again he felt the tingle in his lower abdomen. This time he kinda noticed it and he got sightly worried for a second but quickly got caught back in the moment again, putting off his need, not wanting to disappoint his fans anymore. 30 minutes passed and Ji-Woon had officially won back the crowd. He sang song after song while dancing and doing tricks. Hi-Woon was really working to win any doubt the crowd may have so natural he sweated a lot so he also drank tons of water. Everything was going fine. That is till it was not. 40 minutes after the show has started he felt the tingle in his lower abdomen once again, and this time it was stronger. He almost doubled over it was so intense but he mange to get it under control, he couldn’t disappoint his fans again, but he was more carful with his dancing and tricks so he wouldn’t have to drink a lot of water. However, he was still signing his heart out so his mouth got dry which meant more water. Ji-Woon had it under control but after a few more minutes a huge wave of desperation hit him like a freight train, causing him to leak into his blue briefs. Ji-Woon eyes got big as he realized what just had happened to him. To afraid to look at his grey joggers he just kept performing hoping nothing showed. “Am I really going to stay here and wet myself on stage, I should just take a quick break, it’s not like this outfit would be hard to take off unlike some other outfits I have wore?” Ji-Woon thought. “No, I can’t leave, I must hold it” Ji-Woon kept performing but incorporated more leg crossing in his dance moves by twirling or just crossing them while standing still. Just as Ji-Woon thought he had his bladder under control he leaked again, soaking his blue briefs even more. His hart sank as he felt the leak and even though he was scared to look he couldn’t help but to look at his grey joggers. Ti his relief nothing showed on them and he felt a wave of relief wash over him. But was quickly overtaken by a need of desperation as Ji-Woon really had to pee now. Even though he was trying his best the feeling of his wet briefs made Ji-Woon leaked again, and was horrified to see a dime size wet spot on his grey joggers. Ji-Woon hoped no one had or would notice so he tried to cover the spot with his cloak and keep moving so it would be harder or even impossible to spot. But Ji-Woon was paranoid someone already had saw it. Ji-Woon now knew he wouldn’t make it and if he stayed on stage performing he would wet himself right there on stage in front of the whole audience and crew, including his manger, Yun-Jin. But he stayed as he knew he couldn’t let down his fans again, they would stop chanting his name for sure if he did, he just had to hold it. But that didn’t happen and leak after leak occurred and finally despite his best efforts Ji-Woon lost the battle. Hot pee poured effortlessly out of him with a loud hiss. He tried to stop it by grabbing himself and standing with cross legs but all that accomplished was soaking his hand. Pee soaked his blue briefs and grey joggers, soaking his red and white belt as well. Pee ran down both his legs and made obvious dark streaks down them. Pee ran into his red and blue shoes and pooled in them soaking his feet, the pee that didn’t go into his shoes soaked the outside of them darken the blue and red material and then pooling at his feet on the black stage. The Trickster was frozen in shock at what just happened and to make things worse his fear came true as the audience got quit and just watched in shock. Pee continued to pour out of Ji-Woon’s body and into his briefs and joggers. His blue briefs were now completely soaked and the grey joggers were so wet you could see Ji-Woon’s briefs outlined on them. Yun-Jin saw what was happening and quickly made her way on to stage. Wrapping a other cloak around Ji-Woon and standing in front of him but carful to avoid stepping in his huge pee puddle Yun-Jin spoke. “Due to an unforeseeable event we have to cut the Trickster performance shor…” Ji-Woon grabbed the microphone “Nothing will stop this performance, Yun-Jin” Yun-Jin looked at him with a serious but concerned look. “You just peed your pants you have to come back to the bus now, you can’t perform your best like that.” Ji-Woon didn’t want to stop the show but he also knew Yun-Jin was right, he couldn’t perform like this, let alone perform his best. Ji-Woon made his way off stage with his shoes make a squishing noise ever time he took a step and leaving a pee trail as he walked. Yun-Jin followed close behind laying the microphone on the backstage table as she walked by it. They made it to the bus and Ji-Woon made his way straight to the bathroom to shower. He took off his cloak and shirt and stood there thinking about what just happened. Thinking of how all his fans seeing hook wetting himself and how may of them recorded him peeing his pants. Not to mention the cameras for news outlets or the festival’s cameras. Eventually he took of his shoes and joggers, carefully not to get pee everywhere, seeing his blue briefs for the first time soaked. And they were just as they felt, absolutely soaked with pee. He then poured out the pee in his shoes into the sink and he was socked at how much pee poured out of them. Ji-Woon then got in the shower and took a nice warm, long shower. Outside Yun-Jin turned on the news to see a video of Ji-Woon peeing himself with the headline “local performer, The Trickster, wet himself on stage”. Yun-Jin turned it off “well, that was fast” she thought to herself and laid down on the couch waiting for Ji-Woon. Here is a picture of Ji-Woon in his Fire Moon performer outfit.
  19. Finally i peed my sweatpants again. They are still wet of my Friday morning wetting and this morning i soak them again they smells so good and i feel so cute
  20. After years of lurking on this great website, I finally got around to contributing something. The following is a translation of a German fanfiction I wrote, partly based on a true story. The first chapter is entirely wetlook, no omorashi yet, so feel free to skip if you're not into it. I hope to build it into a series, so I titled it "The Hannah Chronicles". Please enjoy and give me feedback, I'm still trying to find my style of writing. Prologue On a summer day's night, a friend and I were drinking and minding our own business at a moderately secluded spot. In the distance, we heard voices and music. Must be two girls. We didn't see anything because it was dark. Later on, there was some commotion, drunken screams and the like. We listened to decide whether they need anything. We concluded that one of them managed to throw her cellphone into the water and they were now arguing what to do about it. As they were clearly underage, I did not investigate further and let my mind continue the story. I never found out how the real story ended. All names and details are pure fiction, the fictional characters are in their twenties. Chapter 1: IP68 "And she actually meant that!", Hannah laughed. She and her friend Laura finally got around to meeting at their favourite drinking spot at a local basin, a secluded spot with an idyllic artificial pond and a place to sit, a metal storm drain directly above the water. The evening in July was getting late, it was getting dark but it was still much warmer than they expected. Hannah, an athletic young woman with short bleach blonde hair was regretting her decision to wear jeans and a white long sleeved top that day, but was okay with it in the evening. It was one of those evenings that were bound to last long. Laura, a petite woman with long brown hair enjoyed this evening with Hannah. She wore red capri pants and a black tank top. A fitting outfit for a summer's night. The two talked of this and that, their college experiences and more or less pleasant stories with men. For the later part of the evening, they brought a bottle of wine, as neither of them were excited about beer. Laura asked her friend how it's going with men lately. Hannah started to talk about her current love interest and wanted to show Laura a picture of him. Hannah tried to grab her phone in a swift motion and missed it. Accelerated by her hand, it slid across the storm drain and disappeared at the end of the platform, towards the pond. Splash. Hannah needed a few seconds to process what just happened. As she realized that her phone in fact just fell from the platform into the basin's inflow, she let out a scream. In the same moment, she jumped to her feet and panicked. Her phone was waterproof, which saved it from some accidents in the sink before, but now it was not just wet but gone. She ran around the fence and looked at the water surface. The water was unclear and it was dark, so she had no chance of seeing anything. Before she could asked, Laura gave her her phone with the flashlight turned on. As always, the two friends understood each other without words. Even with lighting, Hannah could not see anything apart from reflections, no indication of the water's ground to know the depth. She continued looking at the surface and was petrified. Laura tried thinking about ways to help her friend. "Hannah! Keep calm! Your phone's waterproof!", she tried to calm her. "Yeah, I know that! But it's gone! I can't see it anywhere!", Hannah responded while pacing around near the water. "I have to find out how deep the water is here", Hannah said to herself, while carefully lowering herself to the surface and putting her hand into the water. She couldn't care less about the seam of her longsleeved top getting wet. As her hand got deeper and deeper into the water and reached her elbow, she still couldn't feel anything apart from algae. She became even more nervous. "Well, how deep is it? I thought maybe half a meter [20 inches] or less", Laura commented, who slowly got infected by Hannahs panic. "Wait, I'll hold you. Lie down!", Laura commanded. Hannah followed on the spot and got on her stomach, Laura held on to her legs. This way, Hannah could get her arm into the water up until her armpit, but even this was not enough. As Hannah got her arm out of the water, she automatically held it away from her body to avoid getting more of herself wet. Although it was dark, Hannah's sun tanned skin was clearly visible through the now completely see-through sleeve of her top. "What do we do now?", Laura asked. The same moment, she had an idea. "Hannah, it's no use. You have to get in there!" Despite her panic, Hannah was surprised: "What? In there? But I don't have any bathing suit!". Laura answered briskly: "Yes, I know that. Do you have any better idea? Come on, it's warm and you can change when we get home." Hannah knew that her friend was right, although she did not like it. She looked down at herself. Her outfit was in no way suitable for swimming. She was concerned about her favourite pair of jeans and thought about undressing it. Underneath, she wore a pair of skimpy, gray panties. From washing them, she knew that they turn slightly transparent when wet. The jeans had to stay. Of course, she only wore a red bra under her white top which showed a bit too much for public, so she couldn't undress her top either. "Okay then. At least the shoes..." she told herself and undressed them to have at least them safe from the water. She forgot that she could also undress her socks, somehow. Laura was content, although she could not hide her pity for her friend. She helped her by holding her hand while they got back to the basin's shore. "At least the water isn't cold", Hannah commented while touching the surface with her toes in black socks, "or it would be even worse. Okay, go on". Laura slowly let her friend continue down into the water. Her foot was now completely underwater. She hesitated for a moment when the seam of her jeans touched the water. "I'm sorry", she said to her favourite jeans and continued submerging her leg. Deeper. Deeper. She got her leg up to the knee into the water and still couldn't feel ground. Then, finally, she felt something at the tip of her toes. "I can feel the ground!", Hannah exclaimed euphorically, until she realized that she got nearly all of her leg, just before her crotch, into the water. "Laura, pull me back up!", she told her friend. As Hannah left the water with help from her friend, Laura couldn't help but be amused about the sight. Hannah's right leg was completely dark blue, she could see it shining and dripping in the phone's flashlight. Her left leg was completely dry. Hannah looked down on herself and had to smile. For a short moment, she thought that the dripping wet pant leg did not only to look interesting, but the heavy and slightly clingy fabric did also feel interesting. "Okay, now I know how deep the water is. I can stand there with ease", Hannah explained. Luckily, she was rather tall with her 1.75m [5'7''] of height. That this meant that her jeans had to be completely submerged in the water did not limit her joy. She sat down at the steep shore and lowered her legs into the water. If the situation wasn't as problematic and did she not wear full-length jeans, this could very well be a nice day at the pool, she thought. She put her arms on the basin's bank and lifted her hips. Slowly, she let herself get deeper and deeper into the water. Her formerly dry pant leg was soaking as fast as the other. Hannah was happy about her arm muscles, as they allowed her to move in such a slow and controlled way. When she felt the ground, this time with both feet, she let loose. She did not expect the ground to give way. It was a layer of soft mud on top of the hard concrete underneath. When her feet dug into the mud, her crotch got into the water suddenly and unexpectedly. She let out a moan. It wasn't cold, but the sudden wetness between her legs was still a surprise. She now stood on the ground, although in a layer of mud, and the water level reached up to her belly. Her top was also drenched a bit and moved upwards. "Okay, I made it", Hannah said. Laura left her no time to rest: "Well? Can you feel it somewhere? Be careful not to step on it!". Hannah started right away to make careful movements in the mud. After a while of only feeling the mud's drag, she felt a hard, heavy object. She checked it with her toes. Was it a stone? No, she was certain: It was her phone! "Got it! There it is!", Hannah informed her friend. Laura was relieved: "Great! Now you just have to get it out of the water!". Hannah realized what this meant: She tried, but had no chance of grabbing the phone with her feet, even less with socks on. She tried to grab it with two feet while holding onto the bank. No chance. She didn't want to risk kicking the phone away unterwater and lose it again. She looked at her friend. "Laura. You have to get it." "What, me? But why?", Laura exclaimed. "Well think about it. Because I'm wearing a white top. And what happens to white clothes when they get wet? Why do you think I didn't want to take it off? Your clothes are much better suited!", Hannah answered. Although Laura understood her friend, she didn't think of her own outfit as bathing clothes. She thought about her red capri pants and black tank top. Surely, none of it would turn see-through. She tried to protest nonetheless. "B-But... I only just got them. And it's cold..." - "It's not cold! If I didn't have to find my phone, I would call it perfect bathing weather. Come on, please help me." - "Okay, okay", Laura resigned. She slowly walked up to the bank and looked down to her friend whose upper half was still outside of the water. Laura was shorter than Hannah, this moment reminded her of it. She also got out of her shoes and didn't wear socks. As her friend before, she sat on the bank and let her feet into the water. "Hannah's right, it really isn't cold", she thought to herself, almost happy about it. She slowly lowered herself further into the water. When her crotch touched the surface, she got back up. "Hannah, it's too deep", she said to her friend. Hannah answered: "Turn around, hold onto the bank. I'll catch you". Laura did just that, turned around and felt her friend's hands on her hips. For a brief moment, Hannah thought that Laura's wet pants somehow felt pretty nice and was surprised by this thought. "Okay, ready?" - "Ready!" Laura let herself down into the water once again, feeling her friend's hands guide her. When she finally felt the muddy ground under her feet, the water was reaching up to her boobs. She looked up at Hannah. "Thanks. Now, where's the thing now?", she asked. "There, I'll show you", Hannah said, while moving her foot to the phone's position and making Laura find her foot with hers. "Ah, I feel it. Oof. You really owe me, you know that?" - "Yeah, whatever you want. Please try it." Laura had to force herself. Although she was already almost completely submerged, she wanted to save at least most of her long brown hair. But now there was no turning back. She got down into the dark water and tried to feel for the phone. She was afraid to open her eyes underwater, but she wouldn't be able to see anything anyway, as it was pitch black underwater. After a while, she got back up. Hannah looked at her, expectingly: "Well? Did you get it?" She couldn't help but look at her friends wet black tank top. It glistened in the shine of Laura's phone's flashlight. Apart from the glistening, the outline of Laura's bra was also clearly visible, as the tank top clinged to her body like a second skin. Laura was surprised by her friends thorough stare. She answered: "No, I couldnt. You know that I can't open my eyes under water. And it's pitch black. No chance. You have to do it yourself, face it." Hannah wasn't happy with this answer. The whole ordeal took far too long already. "Laura, if we see anyone on our way home, you'll have to walk closely in front of me, okay?" - "Okay, yeah, got it. Don't think about it." - "Well okay". Hannah resigned. She fixated her foot on the phone one last time, got down into the water in one swift motion and grabbed her foot. She found it. Finally. She held onto it and got back up. With a triumphal "Yesssss", she held it into the air. The phone answered by happily showing the lock screen. Of course it still worked. Hannah quickly cleaned the mud off of it and only then became aware of her surroundings again. She looked down on her body. As expected, her red bra shone through the white top as if it did not exist. Only some air bubbles made one believe that this was in face completely drenched fabric. "It doesn't look too bad, actually", Hannah joked. She couldn't be mad about it now, she was euphoric to have her phone back. She looked at her friend who was also glad about it. There was no anger left about their wet clothes. "Now we should get out. Wait, I'll help you", Hannah said and helped Laura up. She pulled herself up onto the ground and turned around to help Hannah. Both now stood there dripping, exhausted, but happy. When Hannah looked to her friend, she noticed that Lauras red pants not only turned a darker shade of red and glistened, but also turned slightly transparent. "Hey Laura, nice panties!", she joked. Laura didn't let herself be teased, although she also noticed that her black underwear was clearly visible through her tight-fitting pants. "Come on, we have to celebrate!", Hannah said, and got back to their former spot. "Will we now open the bottle of wine at last?", Laura asked, and started their favourite music playlist on her phone. The two friends, still dripping wet, sat down on the storm drain and clinked their glasses. "Here's to IP68*!", both said. *IP68: A manufacturer's rating for (amongst others) phones, certifying the ability to withstand water immersion up to 1 meter (40 inches) and 30 minutes. Chapter 2: A hard day's night The evening continued. Although it was warm, the clothing of the two only dried slowly. None of them were particulary angry about it, as it was still warm enough and this was supported by their inner warmth, thanks to glass after glass of their favourite wine. Both were obviously tipsy. Hannah started to notice her bladder. She was always proud about her high bladder capacity and thus did not give a second thought to it, as she was immersed in their conversation. Some more time passed until her need was really starting to become big. Hannah interrupted her friend and, slightly slurry, told her "Wait, wait, give me a second. I'll be right back, I'm almost peeing my pants, haha", and tried to get up. The Bierbankeffekt* hit her instantly and put her back to the ground. Laura was amused by this, the wine had an effect on her also. "Yeah, I'll have to go too. Don't hurt yourself. And don't pee your pants, haha", she teased her friend. Hannah apparently sat down a bit too hard, as she felt something between her legs. "Oops! I guess I just let a squirt into my pants.", Hannah said, herself surprised by this explicit description. She looked at her friend who did not seem surprised by this. "Oh Hannah, you always overestimate your bladder. But wait, I'm slowly becoming desperate too now". Laura knew that her bladder was way smaller than her friend's. If her bladder told her that she had to go, she could not wait for another hour like her friend. She last used the toilet before their meeting, but that was some hours ago already. Hannah always had fun by teasing her friend with her small bladder and tried to get her sidetracked by continuing the conversation, despite her own need. This time it didn't take too long for Laura and her bladder to report themselves again. "Okay, okay, now I really have to go. I can already feel it coming. I'm nearly peeing my pants", she said, half joking, half realizing that this was no exaggeration. She tried to get up and failed in the same way as her friend. Hannah laughed about this and repeated her friend's words: "Don't let it go into your pants. Or just pee your pants, they're already wet anyway". Hannah didn't know why she said that. Laura felt a big spurt in her pants and a warmth between her legs. She could stop it. "It's not funny, Hannah. I actually peed my pants a little. I can't hold it much longer.", she said, trying to appear angry, but she was far too happy overall. Hannah felt the same: "Yes, it is funny. I now have spurted in my pants three times already. I'm thinking about giving up and just letting it go." Laura was surprised about her friend's words: "Letting it go, what do you mean? Are you peeing your pants deliberately now?". She was getting increasingly irritated as she lost another spurt and only managed to regain control after a second. "No one's talking about deliberately, it's not like I have much choice. I'm just going to relax now and... aah", Hannah moaned. Laura was surprised by this and looked between her friend's legs. Her crotch actually turned slightly darker and started glistening again. Hannah was euphoric: "it's... finally... I had to go sooo bad... It's going and going", she couldn't say a whole sentence from her relief. Both of them heard the water splatter underneath them, as Hannah's pee flowed out of her jeans, through the storm drain, directly into the water below. This was too much for Laura, she knew there would be no escape now. "But you can't... Oh dear, I'm... aah... Now I'm going too. I'm peeing in my pants!" she said, half to herself. Hannah was happy for her friend's relief and, after an eternity, was finally empty. "Now, isn't this better?", Hannah asked her friend. Laura had to agree: "I... well yeah... it is, but... But my pants were already wet, so..." - Hannah interrupted her: "-and now they're a bit wetter, exactly!'. The excitement was over quickly, the two girls got back to their wine glasses and continued their stories as if nothing happened. Even later, the girls got tired. Hannah yawned: "I think we should get going, right?" Laura agreed, it was time. Sadly, neither of them were particularly sober and thus again had problems getting up and packing up. To make things worse, both of their bladders made themselves known again. "Hannah, I think I have to go yet again. If the seal's broken, right?", Laura laughed and Hannah agreed: "Yeah, me too, me too. But we should be able to make it home, right?" It wasn't a question. What else should they do, so they got going. They had about half an hour of rural roads ahead of them. That is, half an hour when sober. In their current states, it's more likely to take an hour. At the middle of their journey home, Laura started to take increasingly smaller steps. She had to go. She was starting to realize that she wouldn't make it home if they continued so slowly. Laura slurred: "Oof, I think this is going to be close. Oh well-" Hannah looked at her friend who quickly squatted. "Laura! Are you peeing there now? But you're still wearing your pants!", Hannah asked surprisedly. Laura answered: "Well it doesn't matter anymore, does it? My pants got wet twice today and I don't want to hold it anymore". After a few seconds, Hannah could see a dark spot appear between her friend's legs, where her black underwear started to shine through again. She also saw a steady stream pattering on the ground, seemingly uninterrupted by Laura's black panties and red pants. "It's good that you squatted down. Your pants were too dry, you can clearly see a dark wet spot there.", Hannah informed her, curiously watching her friend pee. She also noticed her own bladder, but she knew that she could get home more or less dry. When Laura was finished, they continued their way. After an eternity, they reached their homes and separated. Hannah was now fully aware of her bladder and also started to feel very tired all of a sudden. "Bye, take care! Write you tomorrow", Laura said, before she continued her way home. After Hannah reached home, her first stop was the bathroom. She immediately got in there, sat down and relaxed. "Finally", she thought. But something felt wrong. Awakened from her half-asleep state, she realized what happened as she looked down on herself. She completely forgot to pull down her jeans or underwear. She quickly stopped. This accident could only be caused by her half-deliberate wetting from before, she thought. As she reflected on it, she realized that she somehow liked the feeling. She felt her now rewetted underwear stick to her and saw the dark spot on her jeans. A thought came to her: "My clothes need a washing tomorrow anyway, I could very well...". She quickly got up and into the shower. It felt weird standing in the shower fully clothed, but she liked it. "And now I'm just going to let it all flow into my pants, just like before", she thought. It didn't take long, as she still had to go pretty bad. She felt the warm wetness spread in her crotch and slowling flowing down her pants' legs. She could observe the dark wet spot growing bigger and streaks appear. She liked the view. When she was empty at last, she opened her jeans to examine her slip. If she didn't know better, she would have thought it was a dark shade of gray naturally. The formerly light gray fabric was completely drenched. She slightly pushed to let some more drops get into her pants. The gray fabric glistened again. Hannah was content with her decision to wash her clothes right away and continued. She took the shower head and first pointed it at her black socks. They couldn't get any wetter, as they were already drenched by her pee flowing out of her jeans. Hannah continued further upwards and soaked her pants' legs. She liked how her jeans got wetter and wetter the second time this evening. Reaching her crotch, she paused. She first soaked her jeans from the outside, then from the inside. She enjoyed the jet of water on her soaking wet underwear, massaging her lady parts. The jet continued upwards. She soaked the seam of her top which instantly turned transparent again. Continuing upwards, she soaked her boobs and could clearly see her red bra shine through the completely transparent longsleeved top. Hannah looked down on herself and thought that yes, in fact, she can look really sexy. Under the flowing water, she took off her jeans, which plopped heavily to the shower's floor. She observed her grey panties once again, which were also slightly transparent, as expected, and gave her a good view on what was beneath them. Next, Hannah undressed her top. Although harder said than done, she managed, and was rewarded with an undisturbed look at her glistening wet red bra. Almost sadly, she took her bra and panties off eventually. Before leaving the shower, she couldn't help but play a bit with herself. After hanging her dripping wet clothes up for drying, she smiled, thinking about her evening. It was something different. She lay down in bed and drifted off to sleep in no time. *Bierbankeffekt: Literally "beer bank effect". From "beer banks" in German-style beer halls, the long sets of table and bank. This means the sudden spike in feeling drunk as one stands up after drinking for some time.
  21. Hi everyone, I would like to pee my pants,my problem is that my parents could notice when i had wet my pants. I had already pee shorts on the toilet but i want to pee in sweatpants or jeans. Could anyone help me please? Thanks
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